The problem with the world…is PEOPLE…
I sometimes think that people are just parasites on the planet. I am not sure why any Higher Power would allow one species to use and abuse the rest of them. I know there are people who care, and people who work hard to undo all the cruelty, but sometimes you just get to a point where you have to stop, throw your hands up in the air and think: “What The Fuck?”
** WARNING: I am feeling angry tonight. If you object to multiple use of the word “fuck” this might be a good time to stop reading.
***Continue at your own peril, you have been warned…
I really do believe that the word “humane” is in fact a total oxymoron in and of itself. There is nothing humane about the way people treat animals – or other people!
As you may or may not know, I work in an animal welfare. Most days, I love it and the only times I have gone home cryings has been because of people!
Every single day we receive endless complaints and statements from self-righteous citizens complaining about things they for one, don’t understand, and for two, apart from complaining, don’t actually want to do anything about!
There are two main problems within animal welfare: owners who simply do not care and secondly, but even worse: welfare organisations that really just don’t care about the animals as much as they proclaim to. I don’t know why they bother.
So was the case when we were called out to a farm because the horse had been “down” for a couple of days. Any normal, caring horse owner would have called a vet within hours. A horse down is a serious issue! But the nearer animal welfare “didn’t have a vehicle to send someone out” despite being the biggest animal welfare around. This just means they couldn’t actually be bothered.
Which brings me back to problem nr 1: owners who do not care. When we arrive at the farm, we see a little white pony lying desolately in a paddock. It lifts it’s head and nickers in greeting from where it is lying. Not a soul to be seen apart from some piglets that are in the same paddock eating the food the pony can’t reach.
Eventually a car (a rather expensive SUV-type car, I might add) stops and two people get out. Oh yes, the pony has been down for a day or two. WHAT THE FUCK people???? Why didn’t you call a vet? No reply. Upon further probing it turns out this poor pony has been lying down for THREE DAYS. THREE WHOLE FUCKING DAYS! And no-one could be bothered to phone a vet.
When we eventually locate someone who could give us permission to treat the pony and ask who the owner is, a finger gets pointed a two-year-old child: “Oh it’s her pony”. Yes, OK, so who actually takes responsibility for it then. No-one continues to step forward…
We try and lift the pony up, but it has been down for so long that it’s legs are ice cold and even when we hold up all it’s weight, the legs just won’t work anymore. We pump it full of painkillers and cover it with a blanket, leaving them with instructions to turn him over every few hours, because still, no-one is making any attempt to get it proper help and we can only do so much (and let’s be honest, the chances that it will make it through the night are extremely slim). We leave, praying that the little pony dies quickly…it is truly heartbreaking!
On the other hand, sometimes you get really caring owners, with welfare organisations who just don’t give a fuck. Such was the case when I wandered into an organisation’s gate, to be met by a group of boys pushing a dog in a trolley.
I start to speak to them to find out what is wrong and they inform me that the dog was hit by a car, but they have been turned away because they are not accompanied by an adult. I am stunned in disbelief. The dog can’t walk. These kids have taken the trouble to push him here for kilometers but they won’t be helped because they don’t have an adult (who can foot the bill) present. The mind reels.
I ask them to wait before they leave as I would like to find out for myself what the reason could possibly be for an organisation which is supposed to help impoverished people take care of their animals to not help an animal that is clearly in need. I reach reception and ask why they haven’t seen the dog. The reply is mind-boggling: “Oh, these kids are in the streets all day long! Why is the dog in the street anyway!”
LADY! It really DOES NOT FUCKING MATTER where they were or why they were there! Your concern SHOULD BE the injured dog!
What I manage to say instead is: “But the dog can’t even walk? Can’t you give it some pain relief at least?”
“Yes, but this dog has been here before!” For fuck sake woman, what is the MATTER WITH YOU? If the dog has been on here before, it will be registered on your system, and you will know exactly who to contact for the bill, won’t you? And surely the fact that he has been here before is an indication that this kid cares for his dog?
I manage to get the attention of another staff member who is not a snooty receptionist and actually works with the animals, and he tells her that they can’t deny an injured animal. She grudgingly enters their information on the system and at this point I have to leave before I climb through the railings between her and me and strangle her.
At the same time, another animal owner stops in a shiny new black car – clearly not a welfare candidate – but this person gets helped with a smile. Which brings me to problem number three: Stingy people who abuse the welfare system and take away vital care from animals that actually need it. And you can be sure, that these self-same people are the ones who will complain the quickest and have something to say from behind the relative safety of their computer screens!